Oh, well I remember the days of long ago,
When fondly we strayed side by side;
Your cheeks fair and rosy, your sunny smiles aglow,
The hand that I often clasp'd with pride!
Today I have wandered to scenes once so bright,
The brook sings the same song of glee;
But gone is the gladness, the hours of delight
We passed by the old apple tree!
The old apple tree, the old apple tree,
'Twas there that I whispered, “I love only thee.”
Oh, sweet was the gladness we once so fondly shared,
Down by the blooming apple tree.
We sang with the bluebird, and listened by the brook
That purled on its sweet winding way;
'Twas there gentle kisses from loving lips i took
When hopes were as sunny as the May!
But now all have perished—those happy hours we knew,
Your face but in dreams now I see;
And sadly I wander, for Love's fon adieu
We spoke by the old apple tree!